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Islas De Los Diablos
sylvie`s Present
(Sylvester Horne)

"Fuck my whore.  Make her howl," Gregor said, Sylvie noticing he was pulling his zipper.

	"Yes, master," the slave replied.

	Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on her toes, thinking about putting her left leg behind the small of his back.  Realising it would block Gregor's view, she used the right instead.  

Holding his prick with one hand, he used his spare fingers to spread her opening.  

"Oooh," she cooed, it was desperately craving attention.  Using his neck to lever, she pulled herself into the air, lowering, impaling her saturated snatch onto his warm black rod.  "Oooh, wow!" she moaned, almost coming on his first thrust.  It was not his size or technique, simply that her peach was so juicy from hours of stimulation.

	His hands cupped her bum cheeks, helping her ride up and down.  "Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me harder, you animal!" she implored.  She was a whore, she knew for her mother had called her one, Gregor too.  Performing sex was becoming like taking breath, vital and constant.  It was simply a pity there was no man who could slake her ardour.

	1212 responded by thrusting vigorously, she grinding down with mounting abandon, gratification building.  Digging her nails into his back, she locked her mouth onto his.  Pushing her tongue deep into his moist orifice, she explored whilst he did his best to suck on it.  

"Oh god, this is what I needed," she thought, climax rippling though her. Perspiration oozing out of her pores was forming rivulets, some trickling into her eyes and stinging.  She loved the feel of slithering her wet skin against his equally lubricated body, it a primeval feeling that spurred her on.  Crooking her left leg, she locked both ankles together hugging him in tight embrace. 

	Looking over his shoulder, she could see Gregor playing with his dong, she intending to milk it too before she was much older.  The slave started to grunt.  Reaching down with her left hand, she squeezed his balls, gripping the base of his shaft to make him hold back.  "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she hollered.  "You fucking animal, drill my cunt!  Come on, harder, harder!" 

	Pushing her against the huge mirror that covered the partition wall, it separating bedroom from walk-in robe, he humped harder and harder, her back sliding about on the smooth surface.  Contractions deep down started racking her virginal area, her muscles squeezing his manhood tighter.  "Harder!  Harder!  Harder!" she shrieked.

	"Come in her cunt!" Gregor commanded.

	1212 was grunting.  Another wave of sexual delight was building in her pussy.  "Spray inside me!" she demanded.

	His body tensed, she knowing he would soon be coming.  He snorted.  She caused her cunt to contract at her moment of orgasm, he squirting semen where it was meant to go.  Slobbering a kiss to his mouth, she lapped sweat from his face, grateful he had given her a much-needed sexual release.